Second Part
For all the Poets and Poetry lovers in the Washington/Baltimore area there is a really nice Open Mic poetry and jazz venue every Thursday at 7pm starting Oct. 28. MoeFaces Entertainment presents the "Poet's Platform" where you can get your spoken word on, with mellow jazz. The place is Alexander's Steak House 6490 Dobbin Center Way Columbia, MD 21045 1-800-969-1249 or 240-274-2072. Directions: take I-95 to 175-Columbia, at 3rd light make left on Dobbin Road, then make first right and you're there. The ambiance is slammin and you'll really enjoy yourselves. Also, anyone who wants can obtain a CD of the nights live performance on the spot. See you there....Ty
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Wilderness
by Wang Wei
Translated by Adam &
Alvin Benatovich
Looking toward places,
I have never seen,
To sky and mountains,
Where I have never been.
No man is viewed,
In this wooded place.
Voices are heard clearly,
But never a face.
From descriptive prose,
Illuminated and serene,
Carpeted in green moss,
This vivid forest scene.
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the streets
david morgan
the streets
shoes, avenues
walked the walk for a bar
what if a stroll along the road
my new best buddy i must find
she talks;
she talked
i smiled we drank
an hour or two or three;
the maryjane tranced our minds
we drank I thought we drank some more
no thoughts
i heard
the bells from her shoes;
we thought we wore four pair;
my thoughts were hers and hers were mine
tequila
her lips
glinting sparkle
mine soused, reading her touch
burning they met lower we thought
good tequila
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An Angel With Pigeon Feet.
Dad/1992
My father drove a pick up truck.
Earned a living at the local paper mill.
Lived in a small town,
where rock divided the top of a hill.
He was well known in this town.
Smiled and said "Good-day"! to people on the street.
Loved to chew the fat with his friends,
over coffee at least once a week.
He was a real character with a bold sense of humour
a diamond in the rough.
Jaded and warn around the edges,
but his heart wasn't that tuff.
Although his middle years were full of hard knocks
forcing him to retreat for a time,
un-prepared for the losses he suffered
found solace in drink and Wine.
Only to discover he wasn't a man of self pity, or given to defeat.
Found himself a hobby leaving the Whiskey underfoot.
He gathered a few animals and built an un-conventional farm.
With a few Pigeons and Pheasants,
and an old dog to protect the horse in the barn.
When the day his aging body had failed him.
Many came to pay their final respect's
discussing all the kind things he'd done
like lending his truck and paying a friends financial debts.
Although father wasn't a Church member,
believing the walls would fall in on him for the bad things
he'd done.
He must have met God somewhere, simply for his selflessness
and courage to overcome.
In fact I don't know if there are Angels humble enough to walk our
carnal streets.
But if there were they'd probably dress in old work clothes
and walk with Pigeon feet.
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You Taught Me
for my mom
By Sami
Lyn Lenel
You made me what I am today.
Through the laughter and the tears, you made me.
You taught me what was right and wrong.
Through the good times and the bad times, you made me.
You taught me honesty and truthfulness.
Though the troubles I've caused, you made me.
You taught me the meaning of my life.
Through my ups and downs, you made me.
You were right there through everything.
You were by my side, each and every day of my life.
Through my rough and crazy hours, you were there.
I can't think of anything else to say to you than.........
Thank You....
Oh so.....
Very Much.....
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when ever i hear
the sound of a basketball
hit the hard wood floor of a gym
and the sound of a ball
hitting a basketball rim
it is the middle of january
i am being fouled
in the final seconds of a game
and my team is down bye one point
but this is not my story
my story is me standing at the foul line
shooting the foul shot
the ball rolling around the rim
the ball falling out
me falling to the floor
as we lost the first game
of a large tournament
Joshua Goldsmith
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LICE
By ABS
They swarmed the dreads that lined her head
Infesting everything she stood for
She had to kill them - kill them dead
Or who she was would be no more
They stripped her of her individuality
Taking away her "special"
Now she sells bongs
At some loud music festival
She had to shave her dread locks
The bugs just would not die
She cut them and saved them in a box
She poured herself hard liquor on the rocks
She sat and cried as what she stood for was cut away.
She'd grow back her identity
Maybe someday...
All due to a couple of lice.
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Honeysuckle Fairy
--Pilar Lamarque
My sweet Honeysuckle Fairy with muddy bottoms
I want to make a wish.
I want to marry a soldier with Gold buttons
and eat Francais fish.
Dine near the Mediterranean Sea
and wear nothing but Gucci.
Honeysuckle Fairy
the Circus is here.
Agnes
Fine fellows arrive each night candidly
Mabel
but none speak french you see.
Becky
Look my bottoms are dirty too!
I must wash them through
Red
Lipstick
Honeysuckle Fairy
I am just like you.
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Cutting
Scott Marti
The sea; vast, approaching infinity, calm from a distance and meticulous
The land; solid, arranged, changing and forgiving
The water cuts away at the rock
Forming it into the shape it wants
The shape of the vast, redundant and sinking
How can I be apart of the land but to evaporate and become tears
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THE AUTUMN LEAVES ARE FALLING
By Barbara Elaine
Alyea
The autumn leaves are early,,,falling from the
trees,,,
and so it was we parted,,,just like autumn with
its breeze.
The autumn leaves,,were withered,,and so I did
believe,,,
that you know longer loved me,,,as when our
love was first conceived.
The autumn leaves are dying,,,and so am I my
love,,,
I've never felt such sadness,,,cause I couldn't
give enough.
Winter is coming to take ,,all it can from summer and
fall,,,
you took everything that mattered to me,,and left
me nothing at all.
The autumn leaves are falling,,,dying on the
ground
and so am I,,,but no one knows,,,cause I am quite
alone.
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Blossoms of Love
By Sami L.
My love is like the blossoms of the apple tree.
It blooms to the extent of beauty beyond beauty.
My love resembles everything good about me.
My love takes on the meaning of me.
My love is like the blossoms of the apple tree.
It withers when the fruit of it's work comes to par.
My love cannot live without reassurance.
It just so comes about that my love is only meant for on thing.
You.
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Always
by Guy Lee Byars
This world seems taken from a dream,
One thing focused, all else a haze;
And as unreal as it may seem,
I'd be content here all my days.
Exceeding my utmost desire,
Your love transcends expectations,
And cleanses me, a holy fire,
Joy beyond imagination.
There is not a possible way
That I could love you any more,
Yet I reach new heights every day,
I cannot fathom what's in store.
Always will I hold one thing true:
Monica, all I want is you.
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THE OLD MG
by Barbara Elaine Alyea
The old MG lay rusted , its beauty long forgot.|
Then
it came by a new owner, just interested in its parts.
He saw the way it used to be,,and felt the "old
times", when,
it was drove around, just to be shown
off, just like an "old friend."
So, he got it in his mind that day, to restore the
"old car", just the way,
she would have looked
like in her "Glory Days."
It wasn't too long, as the time passed,
he had her all
sanded and polished like brass.
Then, she became the "Old Beauty", in its
prime,
All because of that friend of mine.
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Change
Laura West
A much needed feeling that I always crave.
I'm sick of the jumble of words and routines.
The endless 2 in the morning nights.
The sickeningly sweet goodness.
I want to grab that mold and
Throw it to the ground
No tears would appear
I would take my heal and revel
In the satisfying glass crunch.
And then I'm flying.
The air feels so cool and soothing.
I can tilt my chin up to the sky and thank god
Inferiority? Sorry I don't know what that is.
My hidden character plays the shocking role.
I dance the night away in my mixed up bliss.
Grabbing and moving like I have been sitting down for
Many monstrous years.
Unlimited muscle strength and the ability to meld to partners.
The lights swirl into beautiful new colors and bring new revelations.
I keep breathing hoping it's not the last breath.
I want to grab the moment, bottle it and save it for a rainy day
When the good colors are out of stock and only grays are swirling.
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A Decent Book
-Mike Paniccia
Nothing beats, I've heard them say,
a decent book, on a rainy day.
Or a sunny day, or any type,
alone with a book, they don't seem to gripe.
But I must admit, I sometimes wonder,
how many books have they torn asunder?
Flipping, and flapping, and turning each way,
I feel sorry for the books at the end of the day.
They say that a storm is possibly brewing,
they'll sit this one out, and do some reviewing.
Get lost in the storm, and the ball game is over,
but lost in a book, and the world's off your shoulder.
If a disaster should strike, they'd read among the ruins,
the calamity unnoticed, they can't be unglued.
And so nothing can beat, or so they have said,
a decent book, that's inside your head.
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crimson drums
jimmer christ
distinguished biped magic mutations of our dna,
we are lords, ladies, knaves and sacred clowns of here
with the whole world in our hands
and under our feet and on the run.
increasingly, with passions for the absurd and trivial
becoming the most important choices
echoing in our heads
while we gather what we sow,
teach what we know,
we all just come and go.
at best we reach for and grasp that which is intangible
as we are just what we do.
while lesser, yet no less important creatures
depend on us with their last breath
or last ultrasonic scream
in all these circles within circles within circles.
all our tribes are pounding
in unison, one symphony
of crimson drums.
perhaps too near to hear.
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Magnum Opus
Jeffery Boss
The Oath of Hatatti- David.
The Jas de Bouffan in Spring- Cezanne
The Young Ladies of Avignon- Picasso
The Birth of Child- Woman
The Next Chapter- Life
The Last Act- Death
The Universe- God
Singularity.
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My Heart's Haven
ThalamusInk
On this heart of heart's day
I give my heart to you
I do this knowing that love isn't always
Perfect
For there are
"Off Days"
"Bad Days"
"Those Days"
But with you
There's a multitude of "Perfect Ones"
So let me love you Perfect Days or otherwise
The imperfections are best with you
And from there it only improves
You give me such a rise
So much peace and ease ... it's like
Soaring
My heart is safe
No one else need apply ...
My love is yours
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Sonnet I
Richard
You are beautiful like a flower,
Your smile melts my heart,
You must have some kind of magic power,
I am sad when we are apart.
I know that I have not known you for that long,
You make it seem longer that it really is,
Please don't give me the gong,
For my feelings will never fizz.
I don't care what other people say,
You have done more for me than that of any other girl,
Every second without you is like a day,
You are more precious than a pearl.
You are really sweet,
You have beautiful eyes,
You have something that no other girl has that I will meet,
Every time I don't see you a little piece of me dies.
I will never forget you,
I will never stop thinking about you no matter where I am in life,
No matter what I do,
The pain cuts through me like a knife.
I hope that one day you and I can equal one,
I will wait for you wherever you may be,
It is you I want to be with for fun,
You mean so much to me.
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The Pillow
Red Dennis
Soft, voluptuous
A simple caress with lips,
Sweet, salty, smooth as a buttercup.
Form creates this love,
Peace of touch is ones gain,
Home, shall we call it.
Majestic in space and wonderful against ones face,
Just a simple piece,
A Masterpiece.
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"Wonderland"
Kathryn Smith
I look at my own life
like the girl
who sees through the looking glass,
everything is ass-backwards
and upside down.
Just when I think I have a hold,
I keep falling down that damn rabbit hole
into wonderland.
I try crawling through the door
that will take me back home
but I keep getting stuck.
If I shrink myself
maybe I can slip away
from all this chaos and confusion.
Or maybe the cheshire cat
will show me
how to disappear completely.
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They say, in space
that no-one can hear you scream.
It seems, down here on Earth
that no-one can hear my dreams
There's so much to say
but I can never find the words
and there's so little time
and so much cost incurred
Sometimes it looks so appealing
to take a coward's way out.
Drifting, with no feeling,
until the final spark winks out.
I need to shake off melancholia
and do something with my dreams,
shake off all this dead skin
and try to forget the screams.
by messiah
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Where you here
For my friend
Cynthia
Bob Hayes (c) 1999
Reaching for the clouds
....I touched the heavens
..Among the stars I saw sparkles of your eyes
They reminded me of the morning dew
Radiant and beautiful
I touched you ...
...I touched the heavens
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*Silent Rooms of Stone*
ladyamadea
Came to the end of the hallway,
looked into the next room
I know I heard someone talking.
She was asking questions,
and patiently waiting for my answer.
If only I could find her,
but it's so dark in here
and I forgot to take a candle;
I am such an idiot!
Grasping at pieces of darkness
while she continues to wait,
much more patient than I am.
So many things are wrong with me,
it's a wonder I haven't hurt myself
just trying not to hurt others...
or maybe I already have...wait,
there she is, I can see her,
the door is about to slam shut when she says,
"Why did you make me leave?"
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"The Rain"
Michael Miller
Have you ever sat and listened,
to the music of the rain.
Just sat and watched it glisten,
on your windowpane.
Have you heard the sound it makes,
on a warehouse roof?
Like the sound of bbs,
off glass that's shatterproof.
Next time just sit and listen,
to the music of the rain.
And no matter what's wrong,
it will surly ease your pain.
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i can wait.
in the visions of my child,
glued to the masses-
equalized into reason.
i choose paths by texture
ignoring one way signs
that guilt us to conformity.
seeing what's not there
makes it worth it.
dark drifting skies
take me to oceans
and covered in daydreamers,
i find my wishes are so cliché.
skankster
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What Would Happen
Poetennis1
What would happen, if?
You see your parents
instead of hiding
You stay by your children
instead of running
You love your spouse
instead of others
You accept who you are.
What would happen, if?
You walk from the ledge
instead of jumping
You hide the razor
instead of slashing
You flush the drug
instead of injecting
You live instead of dying.
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PROFIT
Vas
Your life a fabrication
Each day a simulation
You seek veracity
To find integrity
Meanings they unknown to you with no repentance here
Rage an echo true withheld benevolence not so near
And of incredulous esteem you lavish purity
And of a purpose cleansing you convict morality
You are of evil born a putrid encrustation yes
You are of specious being god's creation none the less
A natural born mendacity your life a barren waste
Meanings now so idle an existence born in haste
I have no way to show to you such purposeful concealment
Or that in your putrescence there will be no form of ailment
Be gone you selfish skeptic fraud retract your cunning hand
Relieve us from your putrid greed unto another land
You are the lie intended
Devils bait you've blended
No profit here to make
Just bank a proven fake
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FRIENDS
Alvin Benatovich
A galaxy of friend
you have it's true
Much better would be
a worthy few
For if you go
to times own end
Your doing well
to find one friend
The friends to seek
A rare breed true
Yet search and find
The worthy few
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.+.~*Actress*~.+.
Karlie Fox
*Laughing*
I act so well when I'm around you all
You think I have it all
I act so out-going, not a care in the world
I act so well
*crying*
If only you knew
That when I am away from it all
My world is nothing at all
My parents not what they seem
*hopeful*
Wishing I could erase it all
Start from the beginning
Not the mistakes I have
*longing*
I long for the unconditional love, caring and support
They act cold and ashamed of me
Which they have confessed they are
*questioning*
What did I do so wrong?
Can you not forgive me?
*remembering*
Back to the beginning
I am the actress you all know so well
If only I could show you
That I don't have it all
I act so well...
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POT NOODLES
Gordon Donne.
Pot noodles are crude, a terrible food and don't really
taste as they should.
They're nasty and tough but I know
well enough that they really should taste fairly good.
I've tried and I've tried the instructions supplied and
followed them all to the letter.
But despite all the words
and the hints that I've heard, I can't make them taste any
better.
There's chicken and ham and beef and spam and others, of
that I've no doubt.
But try as I might, it's not worth a
light 'cos the noodles are not worth a clout.
There's a heaven somewhere and I'm well aware that
noodles will be there as well.
But because of their taste,
I feel it's a waste and I think they should end up in
hell.
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Heart Aspirin
Blair Simmons
The man in the moon
Winks at me tonight
Nestled in the grass
Observing the fireflies flight
Hopelessly killing memories
Of raindrop lips
Drawn out kisses
Sucking up those final love-sips
My man is beyond the moon
Exploding within my heart
He's my aspirin for
The sting of another man's dart
These blades of leafy grass
This stone beneath my head
On earth these stinging pains
In Heaven -- my eternal bed.
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Desire
Copyright © 1999 Katy Trimmer
Spinning away into the darkness
Making noise
screaming out.
The beasts are wild
the beasts of my
desire,
my hatred for her.
Her that has been with you,
her that laughs at me,
makes a mockery,
of my desire for you
and my hatred for her.
Screaming naked insanity,
let me go into my own world,
away from the ridicule,
away from the hatred.
Desire,
I desire you.
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Nothing But Pain
anrabon
I thought that it was over,
The pain, hurt, and heartache.
But, no- you had more in store for me.
In fact, just about more than I could take.
After all the months of no contact,
You would call just to lead me on.
You had to be sure that my love you still had,
And that I was still alone.
I found out that you were hiding things from me,
Things that I should know.
Telling truth was never your strong point,
But the secrets hurt me so.
You had been gone for so long,
I still hoped that you hadn't found someone new.
I didn't want to believe the rumors,
Deep down, I knew they were true.
When you finally were able to come home,
I couldn't wait to see your face,
But, you weren't interested in contacting me.
You had found someone to take my place.
A stranger would never have your love.
This is what you'd always said.
Going back on yet another promise,
A stranger you had wed.
Someone you'd only known for two months,
Now had your last name.
I quickly felt hatred for this girl,
But, I realized that on her, I couldn't place the blame.
It wasn't her fault that you had moved on.
All she knew was how much she cared.
She was blind to you and I,
And didn't know of all we shared.
You knew of our relationship,
You knew that we weren't through.
If anyone was to blame,
It had to be you.
You weren't even man enough
To share your marriage with me.
Someone else had to deliver the blow
That you and I could never be.
I guess you couldn't bring yourself to tell
The one that you'd promised to come back for
That it was not her, but someone else,
That you were now living for.
I suppose that you thought that you'd been cruel enough,
And that you had caused more than your share of heartache.
I still don't understand why you didn't tell me-
There was nothing left of my heart to break.
You alone tore my heart into shreds.
Tiny fragments are all that stand
In the place where a happy heart once lived,
And was yours at demand.
But, you can no longer wound my heart,
For there is nothing left on which you can put strain.
You have finally killed it,
And left me with nothing but pain.
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FEAR
April Hoskins
Late at night we here the screams.
We close our eyes like it's a dream.
Can't we all just get along?
To this world we all belong.
Love and hate go hand in hand,
in the heart of beast and man.
We will be free like a dove,
to soar to the clouds above.
So i wait for the day,
When together we will love and pray.
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The Surface Of Your Eyes
Virgil L.
Killebrew
Life is filled with
so many hopes
and hurts and
pains and fears;
It is also
full of laughter
and of Joy
and Love and Tears
Each ticking
of the clock
marks off your
life's experiences;
some are buried
so deeply that
in time you might
forget them
But a mark is made
upon your soul that is
hidden deep inside
playing back all your
life's experiences on
the surface of your eyes
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I walk through
a crowd of people
People who don't notice
my presence
To not be there
It's like being
in a dark room
alone and scared
As the tears run
down my face
No one can see them
But I feel them
Allyson Klasinski
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friendship or love?
Brista
friendship and love
which do i embrace
which do i betray
a friendship born of trust
love born deep in the soul
how can i choose
how can i not
what is more valuable
a friendship or a love?
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I listen to the softly falling rain,
conjuring up this simple refrain :
Are all your days also spent
in regret and utter lament?
Slowly lifts the fog of memory
as distant thoughts of you and me
swirl in the recesses of my mind
to when heart and soul did once bind.
Your sweetness had me so enraptured,
such pure bliss I thought I'd captured.
My every aspiration knew no bound
and for once I felt I was found.
But fate must have somehow faltered,
and our destiny was cruelly altered,
leaving me lost in the wake
of a painfully harsh mistake.
Incessantly my mind does wander
causing me to languidly ponder :
Do your memories also remind
bringing thoughts of me to mind?
tnayi
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Whenever I close my eyes to cry,
I think of you and lie.
I lie to my flesh and blood,
I tell them I'm alive.
When I feel a tear emerge,
I hope for strength and pride,
Motivating my selfish heart,
To feel this pain I fight.
And when sanity deserts me,
I result in denial,
I tell my soul I'm rational,
I tell it I'm sublime.
But when I say I'm loved,
I consider what I've said,
Then I believe I'm faulted,
When I realize I'm dead.
Line Goguen
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THE LOVE I ONCE KNEW-
CANT SAY
WHEN I FIRST SAW YOUR SMILING GORGEOUS FACE,
I KNEW THAT I WANTED TO GET TO KNOW YOU
I COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICING THE EXPRESSION ON YOUR FACE
YOU WERE OLDER, BUT YOU DIDN'T CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THOUGHT
YOU WANTED A LIFE- THAT YOU ONCE KNEW
JUST LIKE YOU WERE THE LOVE I ONCE KNEW.
WE'VE TALKED, WE'VE LAUGHED HAD OUR FAIR SHARE OF FIGHTS
WE'VE SHARED SECRETS WE WOULD OF NEVER TOLD ANYONE ELSE
YET WHEN I TOLD YOU HOW BADLY I YEARNED FOR YOU
YOU DIDN'T HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF ME
I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE ASHAMED OF WHAT I LOOKED LIKE
BUT THEN I LEARNED THAT IT WAS BECAUSE OF OUR AGE DIFFRENCE
I NEVER THOUGHT THAT HAD BOTHERED YOU
BUT I GUESS I WAS WRONG
THERE IS NO CHANGING MINDS HERE
NO TURNING BACK
NO CONVINCING THAT WE CAN WORK THIS OUT
EVERYTHING WILL MAKE US BE APART
WE WILL STILL BE FRIENDS AS YOU FIRST SAID
BUT YOU ARE STILL THE LOVE I ONCE KNEW
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Protected, embraced,
comforted by the long and limber boughs
of my weeping willow tree,
I glimpsed hope
Camouflaged, veiled,
obscured by white lace and flawless ruffles.
The fragile plant sat proudly
on the windowsill
Dust-covered, damaged,
dull, her dime-store pot, carelessly broken,
was a most unlikely home
for her hidden beauty
Shadowed, beclouded,
shaded, her thin stem, twisting toward the light,
was courage personified
denisemarie
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Gone By
Nichole K. Robinson 10/07/99
They vowed to us this ancient song,
Their ancient song of life,
Or so they called it-
Where there was pride, joy, and mystification...
But this song today is only a mere remembrance,
Of those who believed their ancient fairytales,
And pushed their senses of reality innately far,
Beneath the blackened dirt-
Where only the weeds of death grow to remain.
Where at the same time,
The irrational, spread their collection of fairy dust
Above those tainted weeds,
Only to return-
And bury themselves underneath their empty clouds of dust.
Which had once been their channels of hope,
But now by definition,
Can only be separated by ignorance-
Of how they decided to live and waste their lives...
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: from "Announcements over Rome Radio":
Eduardo Vassallo
the hydroelectric power plants
arrived with their reflectors
of intense white light
and their generators buzzing
day and nigth
and their belching rotor blades
slicing up the air
and hundreds of
voltage-swollen cables
the hydroelectric power plants
arrived to put an end to night
i have seen them
chasing night
my dreams white
in my white dreams there's so much light
i've seen hydroelectric power plants depart
into deep night
with all their lights burning bright
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Once-
Jade Gale
I saw a blind man
reading
Bukowski
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THE TEARS ROLL DOWN MY FACE
Martin Galloway
IT'S BEEN LONELY
SITTING HERE CRYING THE BLUES
KNOWING YOUR OUT THERE
LOOKING FOR SOMEONE NEW
THE TEARS ROLL DOWN MY FACE
OH IT'S BEEN YEARS
SINCE YOU CALLED OUT MY NAME
THAT WAS WHEN
THE PAIN STARTED TO GAIN
IT WASN'T VERY LONG
TILL YOU KNEW HOW TO HURT
THE TEARS ROLL DOWN MY FACE
IT'LL NEVER BE BETTER
NO ONE TO LIVE IN HUNGER
SO MUCH PAIN
FOR SOMEONE SO YOUNG
IT'LL ALWAYS REMAIN
SO BEAUTIFULLY SANE
OH, THE TEARS ROLL DOWN MY FACE
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Guard Duty
Alvin Benatovich
Halt! Who goes there,
Friend or foe?
I am the Guardian,
And I must know.
Who does wrong,
Who does right,
Who is for peace,
Or, who will fight.
On constant vigil,
I am defense's spine,
Constantly watching,
All of the time.
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MEADOW-A LOVE POEM
MDGERKING
AS WE LAY BY A MEADOW
OUR HEARTS ENTWINE
I PROMISE YOU YOU'LL BE FOREVER MINE
AS WE STARE UP AT THE STARS
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT ALL COULD BE OURS
YOU ASK WHY ARE WE HERE
I REPLY FOR LOVE SO PURE
ONCE AGAIN YOU ASK WHY
AS I GO ON I CAN'T HELP BUT CRY
WHAT YOU AND I HAVE NO ONE CAN TAKE
WHAT YOU AND I HAVE NO ONE CAN FAKE
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART
BECAUSE OF THIS WE'LL NEVER PART
YOU SMILE WE EMBRACE
I REPEAT I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU AS I WIPE
THE TEARS OFF YOUR FACE
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"Ship of Dreams"
BSG
Do we ever stop,
Just to think,
Of the four days before Titanic hit that naturally formed skating rink?
Thomas Andrews,
The designer of the oceanliner,
What was going through his mind,
As his life, and his life's began to sink to the bottom of the Atlantic under his feet.
A variety of people,
Some looking for a new life,
And finding an eternal one,
Did they have a fair chance?
The incident they call Titanic,
Brings up controversy all over the globe;
Did someone persuade the captain to pick up speed?
Why would someone be so selfish to put hundreds upon hundreds of lives in danger,
To show off Titanic's spectacular speed?
What ever happened to the accomplishment to have built such a ship;
A ship of dreams.
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Next Time
Victoria Darke
I see him walking towards me.
I am blinded to everything else.
Now all I see is him and an endless downward spiral.
"Its just puppy love"
I feel inside churning me like butter.
He speaks,
it creates an ensemble of his voice and my thoughts.
Like a silent symphony played only for me.
The question burns like fire in my throat
and I hope my nerves of steel wont fail.
He opens his mouth to speak and my hopes arise.
Maybe he will ask.
"Can I borrow a pencil"
Maybe next time I will ask,
I assure my self as I hand him the graphite and painted wood.
Next time, always next time.
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A Lesson in Love
Martin Koser
I Love you more, more than words can say,
For you Taught me to Love, to Love this way.
You opened my eyes, you opened my heart,
Showed me true Love, brought me out of the dark.
Now I hold you close, I hold you tight,
Thank you my luv, you showed me the light.
From this day forth, to the day that I die,
My heart beats for you, I promise no lie.
I've loved you my dear, from that very day,
For you taught me to Love, to Love this way.
I opened your eyes, I opened your heart,
Showed you true Love, brought you out of the dark.
Now you hold me close, you hold me tight,
Like this I could stay, could stay all night.
How can it be, that I found you
We met one day, then our Love grew.
Now in my arms, so peaceful you lay,
For you taught me to Love, to Love this way
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Although i have gone beyond what right or wrong.
I have gone to what is pure and real.
I have touched an inner space deep within my being.
And my body, and soul cries out with such joy.
With every breath, i breathe, it tightens at the
beauty of knowing what it feels like to be in love.
And although, the pain of being away from you is so
overwhelmingly hard to bare.
I have felt love. I have held you. I have touched you,
with a touch that can only be felt or given with
entire intensity, with such warmth that is created
because of my love for you.
As the touch i've given to you, and the touch you
shared with me.
A thousand feelings engross me, feelings that are
indescribable, yet so fiercely strong, and ruling
to my very essence.
Should i have, i can ask myself that a million times,
should i have met you.
I thought that meeting you would free my desire for you.
But it has only amplified, the deepest love that comes
from within me, for you.
And yet with all this love i feel, there is also a
hidden sadness.
A sadness that promises no one tomorrow.
That leaves your heart open with amazing clarity of want,
but closed to know if if will ever be reunited again.
So, with this, i must tell you,
that i have loved you, as i have never loved another.
I have shared not just my body, but who it is i am.
And no matter where our lives take us,
you and i have been to a place that -
is ours forever.
to be in love
by; kymi murphy
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ANNELIESE
Copyright 1999 Richard Van Ingram
Maybe you were supposed to be my wife
or friend in these empty days.
Maybe it was no exorcism your blind soul
called for, but for a place
at this café table with me
where we, in coffee-dark glances,
in gasoline finger fire signs
could learn that every demon
is only an inverted angel.
Now there is merely some holy statue
hanging mutely from the oak branch
over a marble headstone
washed in the rain of twenty-five years
in a land my feet may never know.
You are as dead as my last cigarette
and my words are only impotent
rain and tears: It is all the same.
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Depression
Batul
Today.. I woke up to reality
the sky is overcast with clouds
blocking out the sun
darkening my life ...again.
Unexpectedness is expected
I spiral downwards into an abyss that seems
unending....
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Weighted
Michael Gresley
deep twilight sky
not yet dark enough for stars
silky blue with viscous dimension
thin, continuous cloud
stretches from the horizon's points
a phantom arm holding the world
beneath it is the moon
the circle can be seen,
but the reflected light is merely a sliver
it lies on the bottom,
rather than the side,
heavy, weighted, just like this night
and my head
How did I arrive...here...
and where is here?
Can't stay...stillness is death...
so where do I go now that
I have arrived, and why?
in consideration of these queries,
I feel a strange indifference,
and I question its honesty
no choice is also a choice
a lack of control
desperate helplessness
to escape into the depths of blue
as dust
as a sound wave
as air
to curl within the phantom arm
to hang from the sliver
save me
forever is a long time
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You
Lloyd D. Warrington
Miracles do happen
sometimes in my dreams,
sometimes when I'm awake
it seems.
I look into your deep blue eyes
the windows to your soul
I see the warmness of your heart
The mystery it beholds
god, I love your lips
as you drink your coffee I watch you sip
you stand and walk, coming towards me
instead you smile, the way it should be
I would like to follow you, not only with my eyes
I would like you to lead me to the bed where you lie
I hate myself for that, I do
I hate myself for giving in to you
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Hope is running to see me
Ryan Dyer
Fear is just now leaving
How many times have I wanted to die
As many nights have I been forced to lie
Left here with not a thing to live for
So I pray to the one who died
I tell him to help me through this time
One time before, you were my Christ
You are not here, left me with prosthetic lies
Alone I reflect at night
thinking of your wrists all the time
I search my reasons, there it is you I find
My heart is no longer mine
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Life Strings
By Lloyd D. Warrington
Those who love and had loved
there is no such thing as to be prepared...
For the happiness and sadness relationships bring
this is but only one simple note on the life string
for there are many more notes that could be played
the question is are you or are you not afraid
but there is no need to be
for there is always someone standing by you
and that someone would be me your friend.
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*REFLECTIONS*
*Anuradha Rath*
It's been a long, long time
since you walked out of my life;
everything's the same-only you aren't there.
Behind the hillock, the sun still rises and sets;
The summer is long gone taking away with it,
my dreams, my hopes, my joys-everything.
Rains came and went, yet
the fragrance of the wet earth still lingers
and brings with it-memories of yours.
Winter knocks at the doors & at dawn
when I open a sleepy eye,your presence lurks nearby
and the morning chill deserts me, making me warm all over.
It's been a lifetime since you've left,yet
I stand where you left me, my eyes transfixed on the road that you trod,
awaiting your return.
I know not whether you will,yet
I hope against hope, feigning forgetfulness, yet
behind that veil, tosses eternally-a wave of tears.
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WHAT?
herbal
untwisting plagues that pave the way for a new age,
folding in then folding out and at the same time enraged,
cant complain about the days lived in a greasy phase,
seeing it empty all of the time,
waiting for answers in back of the line,
counting your pay while the others sleep,
living off forever in the bottom of the sink.
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Negative pessimist
Una Edwards
The worst thing about Fridays is Mondays come too soon
The worst thing about music is a singer out of tune
The worst thing about children is they grow too soon and fast
The worst thing about birthdays is another year has past
The worst thing about winning is to stay the champ, you have to do it again
The worst thing about drinking is the hangover, you always feel the pain
The worst thing about money is you need it to survive
The worst thing about living is one day you're going to die
The worse thing about electricity is the bill at each quarterly end
The worst thing about receiving mail is the reply and cheque you have to send
The worst thing about a car is we need it right down to the last tyre
The worst things about chips is the chip pan going on fire
The worst thing about happiness is it doesn't last forever
The worst thing about a Britain is the crappy bloody weather
The worst thing about telephones is they always ring when you on the loo
The worst thing about computers is when they crash you don't know what to do
The worst thing about holidays is they always come to an end
The worst thing about Christmas is a lot of money you have to spend
The worst thing about an optimist is they often get disjointed
The worst thing about a pessimist is they never get disappointed
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Distant Memories
© Danielle Berry,
1998
A glance back through the twisted scenes
Feelings, thoughts, and what they mean
My last look through the closing door
Of timeless eras gone before
A baby cries; she wants her mom
Wakes her at the crack of dawn
From first day onward, she's unsure
She only wants to feel secure...
Sweet little girl with eyes of jade
Exalts in all the friends she's made
Her broken heart will start to mend
She'll never have to cry again
But whispered secrets haunt the air
Evil rumors dwelling there
One false word and all is lost
Yet *she* will have to pay the cost
She sings, she writes, she sobs, she screams
The medley of her shattered dreams
For no one aids her when she falls
No one seems to hear her calls
The bright-eyed girl has now become
Desensitized; withdrawn, and numb
She'll suck your blood and ruin lives
Anything... just to survive
Her last chance of escape, is now
She'll carry on, some way, somehow
Flee the bloody, broken past
And lay her soul to rest at last
Now here she stands between two worlds
The past disappearing; the future unfurls
With a sorrowful sigh she steps into the dawn
The sun rises...
...and she's gone.
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LIFELONG LOVE
- ANCHAL GHAI
IN A CORNER OF THE ROOM
IN SWEET SILENT THOUGHT
A MAN THINKS OF A WOMAN
ONE WHICH HE HAS CAUGHT
HE DREAMS OF THE FUTURE
HE DREAMS OF THE PAST
ALL OF WHICH WILL REMIND HIM
OF THE LOVE THAT WILL LAST
HE THINKS OF HER SMILE
HE THINKS OF HER HAIR
ALL THAT IS HIS
AND NONE OTHERS TO SHARE
HE DREAMS OF THE NIGHT
THAT COMES AFTER DAY
THE SWEET SILENT PASSION
THAT IS THERE TO STAY
HE REMEMBER THE KISS
WHICH STARTED IT ALL
THE FIRST DAY THEY MET
HE BEGAN TO FALL
HE THINKS OF THE DAY
WHEN SHE GAVE HIM HER HEART
BECAUSE ON THAT DAY
THEIR LIFE TOGETHER HAD A START.
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So where do these days come from when,
If I didn't know any better, I would
Think that we were nothing but a myth;
A dream waiting to take flight
A cloud on the verge of dispersing swiftly
and soundlessly into the atmosphere
of loneliness
Am I naive enough to be paranoid
Losing all common sense
Entertaining thoughts of letting go
And as suddenly as I am taken in by
These uncertainties, I find myself lost
in the wonder of your soul's company
He looks at me and I see him
As if there were no other person in the room I
see him
His heart is ablaze and the flames ignite the world that surrounds us
So we lose ourselves in this momentary dream of unattainable perfection
Leave the cruel world behind and let's
fly the moon, Love
Fly until tomorrow is a million cares away
Carry me on your silver wings
Paint the sky a brilliant blue
For if there was only today, I would still be in love with you
Angelwing
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ALL THAT I ASK FOR
Azure
Disdain hovers above me,
Suspicion's made me blind.
I never noticed the tide had risen,
In the wasteland of my mind.
My once glittering Bay of hope,
I snow clouded by gray skies.
The water is rising, I'm almost submerged,
But I am paralyzed...I am sinking slowly,
Fading beneath the waves,
While off in the distance, unearthly voices,
Echo from the grave.
Pulled down by the silent current,
The Devil's wings hold me tight.
He brags of his lake of fire,
And the dark eternal night.
Sanity is slipping,
My broken soul begs for peace,
And all that I ask for,
Is to be released.
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Where Do You Want to Go to, Today?
Max von
Lindern
Day turns to night, night into day,
sit at the keyboard, pounding away,
scream at the server, when things go astray,
where do you want to go to, today?
Pages of a book are easy to see,
pages in the air? electronically?
Only mere words that ultimately,
forge a connection between you and me.
I write and you read, I read what you write,
not like a novel by candlelight,
More like the movies, radio, TV,
The Muses now visit digitally.
Literature is dead, long live the E!
Reload your browser inspirationally,
write the next classic, archive it away,
Where do you want to go to, today?
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Misogynist
Robert Secord
They cum because i invited them
and i need for them to
but they're unaware, for the moment
that I despise them
not them per se
but my need for them
i'm weak
My needs are egotistical
sexual, domineering,
(adore me, covet me,
need for me to be one with you,
love me, LOVE ME)
is this all i have, or will ever have?
for my love transcends these emotions
the impudence of these desires
it does not live for the ephemeral
it's intellectually eternal
the essence of my being
my breath
It does not exist
i'm a misogynist
but my poetry does
i'm a poet?
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The Rose
dapolarbear
Once upon a time
Or so the story goes
Standing in the desert
Stood a single rose
The rose was full of beauty
Its fragrance sweet to smell
But how it had survived
Not a soul could tell
Never did it wither
Never did it fade away
Never did it miss the chance
To welcome each new day
Always looking forward
Yet reaching for the sky
Always digging deeper
Yet wishing it could fly
To me you are the rose
Whose beauty none compare
Standing in the desert
Where it seems none would care
But little do you know
That despite your many tears
Someone in the distance
Has kept you all these years
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Confessions
Karen Duffy
My love is writing, I long to be heard.
When no one will listen, I start writing words.
People read what I write in the paper each week,
not knowing the high and the wonder I seek.
One day I'll be famous for the things I have written,
and the reason will be is that no one will listen.
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Memories
Kyra Khamen
Yet another day goes by...without you
Putting you at the back of my mind
in the recesses of my memory
in the past...
Somehow,s omeway seems... impossible.
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" A loving nightmare " -- "Dreams of
deceit"
GradSears
Darkness releases the pain,
Chaotic immeasurable mass,
Tempered nerves flared to edge,
Nightmares that will not fade.
Nights luminous clock, sieves the time,
Torture relentless, thus unbearing,
Feelings drowned by the hated flood,
Sinking is he from the flow of his blood.
Silence awakens the internal flame,
Passive thoughts driven to rage,
The Devils test yields no prey,
To succumb appears the only way.
Fighting seconds continuous in their toll,
Endless this entity trapped within his soul,
Dawn will rise as if never set,
With the memories of the lies,
And the realm of his debt.
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'LIFE'
-VENUS ESPINOZA
LIFE TREATS ME IN A WAY THAT NO ONE WOULD UNDERSTAND
IT HAS A WAY OF TELLING ME SOMEONE CARES
LIKE IN THE LITTLE WAYS
WHEN THE SUN SHINES
WARMS ME INSIDE, AS IT WATCHES OVER ME
TELLS ME THERE'S HOPE
FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NONE
SHOWS THERE IS A WAY
A PATH FROM WHICH YOU SHOULD NOT STRAY
BUT THE PATH OF LIFE ONLY GUIDES YOU
WHETHER YOU GO WHERE IT PLANS IS UP TO YOU
YOUR LIFE IS IN YOUR OWN HANDS
SO TAKE LIFE AS A GIFT
AND TREAT IT AS IT TREATS YOU
FOR YOU BEHOLD THE FUTURE
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*Something More Than Wednesday*
by Megan
O'Reilly.
Choked on your cologne as you walked out,
one two three four...
it always took five steps to the door,
which was made of cellophane and crumbled,
as did I.
I don't forget that December was the
swollen month, my cigarette thighs were
the base of a volcano that blew love through
my lips into his.
Winter brought screaming avalanches to my
sweating palms; the naked bodies summer refused
to show were transparent through our snowsuits.
But apathy comes with the prelude, and the ladybugs
are in season. I am something new to them, but they
seem to be the cousins who wore out their welcome.
I long for something more than Wednesday.
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I Love You...farewell
anjli
Cloudless night
stars burning like eyes of a fearless tiger
sparkling diamonds against a deep black velvet sky
distant thunder rumbling
Yet, there is no rain
cool breezes sweep the land
A lover gently fondling his dying lover's hair
yes, dying
for amid the beauty, the tranquillity
the hopes of unity a
dark hand waves a tapestry
a tapestry of hate and vengeance
Angles of glorious white light counter
shrieks of pain, howls of agony which
permeates the thick dreary air
Death is near
Death is among them
she whispers "I love you" and her voice lingers
farewell my love...farewell...
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The Cancer Inside:
R. Brown
The golden sun burns brightly
Setting in the evening sky
I sit alone quietly
Wishing that I would not die
A spring breeze began to blow
It ran through all of my hair
My memories started to flow
Then I sighed because you weren't there
Three months ago I was told
About my deadly disease
Now I must be brave and bold
In this life, it is my fee
In the end I am alone
Good-bye love, I'm going home.
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'How To Say Good-Bye'
think it was working out much either. Try to ignore my grief trips, its something I just can't help. I'm sure I can live. Got nothing much to lose.
It's better to love and lose, than to of never loved at all.
Took me a while to get over some of it, I still think Its going to be a while before I forget.
I'm Sorry if I caused you any trouble, pain, or anger.
Sorry for it all.
Please burn this letter, and return the ashes. Help me forget this hole in my heart, the cloud in my head, and the scars on my soul.
yours confused, By Demon
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THE RUN
witch empress
Death approached too late my notice
And my soul it came upon
When all of the sudden
It disappeared and was gone.
My thoughts widely wandered
As the recognition of life came to me
And while I sat and pondered,
I had to save myself and flee.
I ran forever over many miles
And came to many, many things.
Also I encountered a few smiles
From a few friends and other beings
I thought I was far enough
But low and behold this was the start
For Death had hidden and called my bluff
And planned it out on his chart
My life is a great run from Death
And no one knows when it will end
But when I cease to take a breath,
I will say goodbye to you, my friend.
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anger , fire, hate
love, missing you, wanting to watch you grow up.
wanting to fish with you.
wanting see your first mistakes with girls
feeling cheated
wanting to know why your visit was so short
never understanding
always crying crying
crying forever
wanting
needing
to understand
to understand god
fishinghitche
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His face is like an angel,
his eyes light up a room.
I thought he could be the one
to fix my broken heart of two.
When he speaks to me, I melt,
like the wax of a burning candle.
When he holds me in his arms,
I feel safe and under the aegis of his love.
Then, on a dark and dreay day,
he took my heart, held it in his hand,
and dashed it into oblivion.
I could feel the life it once had,
draining, leaving me forever.
It stopped beating, it stopped the blood from flowing.
I lie on my bed crying, caterwauling,
waiting for someone to revive me.
But instead, I laid there and died.
My life was over and the one who I thought could fix me,
broke me again, and
now I'm gone and will never be again.
Alaina Sisson
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Hell is repetitious
Casey McGovern
(This is for all the people I hate and the people
that hate me)
Why me?
Why does this stuff always happen to me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Do you hate me?
Why not just say it then?
Instead of stabbing me in the back,
Gain some courage,
Stab me in the front,
Why go on with this charade?
Why stab me with the blade
The blade of your deception and greed
You were only in it for yourself,
SELFISH FOOL!!!!!
You got involved in my affairs,
Had no right to,
So now I hate you,
Hope your sad and miserable till your dying day,
I must run away,
From the thoughts in my mind,
To escape the false memories I had of you,
As my friend,
As my ace,
But now I wish to see blood upon your face,
Your blood pouring from you,
After you realize what I'm about to do,
To you,
And then I would laugh as they pull your body from the gutter,
And I opened my veins so i can meet you,
Greet you,
And welcome you to your new home,
MY HELL!!!!!
My dark and eternal abyss,
The one you forced me into,
And now you shall share in my fate,
As I kill you over and over,
Remember,
Hell is repetitious
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She speaks with herself in mind
and burns me wearily to dust
I forget the ties that bind
are the strings she pulls
And so I fall back into place
She whispers beauty after the winter
And I believe her surely
Let these things all fall away
Or destroy myself in trying
natedogg
-----------------------What Would You
Do?
turtle2486
Just like me you've had your heart broken by someone who never really cared.
But I care about you.
Do you care about me too?
If I told you I think you're special would you tell be the same or just smile and walk away.
Do I make you smile and make you happy just by being me?
Would I have to change for you?
Would you love me with all you heart?
I know what I would do.
But what would you?
You're perfect just the way you are.
Am I perfect too?
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Waiting
Brigei
Close my eyes to call it's power.
Will this be the final hour?
Toss and turn it won't be easy.
The shroud of sleep will only tease me.
The light of day brings morning's call.
To relive the day till the night does fall.
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World With Vision
-Mike Paniccia-
Suppose everyone suddenly had lost their sight,
and to do what, in their eyes, they felt was right,
they'd learn to face the world again,
this time, though, using feeling as they went.
Warring of nations would come to an end,
none really having the better view.
And then all races would naturally blend,
none really caring which color are you.
Could you really say such a world was blind,
all being of such superior minds?
Perhaps then if sight was restored to them
they'd not really need it, and would use feeling again.
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I write this according to now in this time and frame of mind.
In side the mind lies a different time that I know all to true that describes me and you. If you know all that is known you are put here in this place of contemplation that all is to true in the heart of me and you. Once while wandering in the space of human race I decided that I will become the father of the sun and run around the fun in the things done.
Once the things I've done become one with the sun I'm the one who sung the song of the lonely one who needs one more. More to settle the score of the tide that rushes under the door. Feelings of desire come like my entire life to design my time into the new life of the eagle who lets me retrieve the things I've seen on this mountain top of dreams, until I decide I have found you there but maybe you didn't care at all then who are you to decide who I am in this crazy land of the unplanned undecided future. I'll take the time to define to you who we are with the lightning at my side, I will describe what can not be described untill you realize my reasoning of the feeling at hand. It explodes at my hand but goes unnoticed in the regular world of commercials and bullshit of the times when once again I find that I was born out of my own time in space and now I contemplate the fate of everything I seen. If you here and if you care of the world as it slips away while you decide to give all that you can. Lend us a hand. peace love and happy coincidences,
Hank masakowski
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A Plan
kaceycluff
Time is short
The chips are high
And perhaps we intice lady luck
But forward we go
And to it's end
We can only hope
All that we claim as ours
Is a blue print in our head.
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"Sadness"
Sherrie Waring
Yes, I have seen sadness.
A woman beaten, standing on a street corner.
A child, fully clothed and well fed, yet, alone.
I have seen sadness.
Many times, in my own eyes.
My grave cannot be a better place for me.
Yes, I have seen sadness that congests the streets with hungry mouths to feed.
With faces that cannot read and I have hurt because my own fate lies in what
these think.
Yes, I have seen sadness of my own darkened years.
Of hatred and anger,
Of all my fears,
Of being alone to feel the sadness I have seen.
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Lying to myself
Ashley Keenan
I hide it away
and not let it show
but the hurt I feel inside
just wont let go
I'm happy during the day
but i cry to myself at night
I tell myself i'm over you
and I'll be all right
Lying to myself
seems like the best thing to do
when i'm dying inside
and can't get over you
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Lost Love
-Jeremy Dean
Oh how I long to see you,
to look upon your face.
Or take you in my arms one time,
for a single warm embrace.
Since that chance encounter,
my heart's been full of joy.
Me, I'm just a memory now,
my love, it's still your toy.
The past is not the present,
nor will it ever be.
And history would not repeat itself,
If you'd return to me.
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Broken Thoughts
Christina Mariea
do the thoughts in your mind
end up in suppressed tears
the few memories you have
of all the lost years
sometimes not really sure
of why existent fears
have you torn inside
so no one hears
all the pain within
where the anguish leers
but it's crossed a time
when your heart does know
you can't possibly live on
feeling like so
with that you look up
open the door and go
to a whole new step
to a whole new flow
in remembering this
the change will show
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Life goes on
through all the tribulations
through all the tribulations
Life goes on
Sun10Moon
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